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... There is no better preparation for hearing a song than to read over its words . You get a glimpse of its melody and rhythmical movement , its colour and rhyme . You need no longer strain after the mere words , once possessed of its ...
... There is no better preparation for hearing a song than to read over its words . You get a glimpse of its melody and rhythmical movement , its colour and rhyme . You need no longer strain after the mere words , once possessed of its ...
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... the abbot all sad at that word , And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenford ; But never a doctor there was so wise , That could with his learning an answer devise . Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold , 8 ANONYMOUS.
... the abbot all sad at that word , And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenford ; But never a doctor there was so wise , That could with his learning an answer devise . Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold , 8 ANONYMOUS.
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... there in that stead , With his crown of gold so fair on his head , Among all his liegemen so noble of birth , To within one ... There's none that shall know us at fair London town . ' ' Now horses and serving - men thou shalt have , With ...
... there in that stead , With his crown of gold so fair on his head , Among all his liegemen so noble of birth , To within one ... There's none that shall know us at fair London town . ' ' Now horses and serving - men thou shalt have , With ...
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... in the King's Library ( 17B , XLIII ) ; there is an early sixteenth- century song , like this , in the British Museum , Royal App . 58 ( fol . 8b ) , with the heading Cum home , swet hart . 17 . By a bank as I lay Y a 16 ANONYMOUS.
... in the King's Library ( 17B , XLIII ) ; there is an early sixteenth- century song , like this , in the British Museum , Royal App . 58 ( fol . 8b ) , with the heading Cum home , swet hart . 17 . By a bank as I lay Y a 16 ANONYMOUS.
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... There is no remedy : For now I die . My pains who can express ? Alas ! they are so strong , My dolour will not suffer strength My life for to prolong . Toll on the passing bell , Ring out the doleful knell : Let the sound my death tell ...
... There is no remedy : For now I die . My pains who can express ? Alas ! they are so strong , My dolour will not suffer strength My life for to prolong . Toll on the passing bell , Ring out the doleful knell : Let the sound my death tell ...
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Augener auld lang syne Ayres and Dialogues ballad beauty birds blow Boosey brave breast breath bright British Museum Charles Stanford cold dance dear death delight Dent derry doth dream drink Duncan England's Helicon English Melodies eyes fair fear flowers grace Granville Bantock green grief Hamish MacCunn Hark hath heart heaven Henry Henry Bishop Henry Lawes Henry Purcell Hullah's Song Book jolly King kiss lady lanctre light live love thee Love's lovers madrigal merry Minstrelsy of England morning ne'er never night Novello nymph o'er Orpheus Britannicus pain Part-Song Pills to purge purge Melancholy reprinted Ritson's English Songs set by Sir Set to music shepherd sigh sing Sir Hubert Parry sleep smile sorrow soul sound sung sweet taleo tears tell There's thine thou art true unto verse voice weep wind wine
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